by Cariad Hal
“But you’ve just spent all morning testing me,” she protested. “You can’t need to do any more.”
He sighed in exasperation. “Do you think, just once in the short time we have been acquainted, that you could follow an instruction?”
“Yes, but…” she started. She could see his anger rising and decided to comply… for now… and started to remove her clothes.
“Finally. Thank you.”
She crawled onto the bed, lying on her back and waited. He busied himself at the trolley.
“What are you going to do?” she asked anxiously.
He ignored her.
“I have a right to know…”
“Your ‘rights’ are bound up in your contract,” he cut in shortly. He pressed a button on the bed. The sides dropped down and leg stirrups moved up. “Shuffle down this end and put your legs in position,” he ordered. “Pull up your gown.”
She thought to challenge him, to refuse, but already her body was in anticipation of him touching her, looking at her private places. As she settled her legs in the supports, he sat on a stool between her legs and strapped her legs. As he pressed another button, her knees were moved up and out so he could fully see her. Her heart thumped and her breathing shallowed as she drew the gown up to her breasts.
Parting her soft pubes and drawing back her lips, he exposed her throbbing clitoris. She felt it roll out of her folds, aching to be touched. Reaching over to the trolley, he pulled over a nozzled tube and sprayed her genitals with something cold and wet, making her catch her breath as he teased it around her clitoris. Again he reached back and changed the tube for another with a clear tube on the end of it.
“What now? What are you going to do?” She strained to look between her legs.
He offered little reassurance as he fingered the lips of her sex. “Calm yourself, Thea.”
At least he had dropped some formality.
“I want to know.” She began to wriggle in apprehension.
“Keep still,” he ordered. “I’m going to stimulate your clitoris to register its response at certain levels and your corresponding breast response.”
Pulling her lips apart again, he pushed the clear tube over her clitoris and held it firmly in position. With a turn of a dial, the tube began to suck at her clitoris with a sharp tug. As he removed his fingers the tube held in position with its suction. She cried out in pain and the shock of the deep sucking of her sensitive button.
Moving to her side, he pulled up her gown over her breasts. She could see her prominent nipples pushing upward as they puckered up from being exposed. Reaching for the trolley, he once again sprayed her with lubricant and massaged it over both breasts. She could not help arching up to his skilled hands. He pulled over a plastic tubed cup and settled it over her left breast. Immediately her breast was sucked up into the cup. She cried out as the vacuum pulled at her soft flesh. In no time he had sucked up her other breast with another cup.
The pain in her clit and breasts was vicious but exquisite. She was panting and her heart thumped so hard she felt you could see it pounding through her skin.
“This gown is a hindrance,” he muttered and deftly slipped it off her arms so she laid naked, cups and tubes protruding from her distended breasts and between her strapped legs, tugging at her clitoris.
“Please!” she gasped, looking up at him. “Please!”
He strapped her hands to the sides of the bed.
“Why are you doing that?” she whimpered, panic rising.
“Just stick with it, Thea. It will be easier for you if you are strapped. Not much longer. I’m going to increase the suction…”
“No! Please!”
He turned the dial and immediately her flesh was sucked harder and drawn further up into the rigid tubes. She cried out and her body arched with pain. She saw him clench his jaw as he steeled himself to watch her enduring the test and monitored the screens on the trolley recording her agony. Was he feeling her pain, too? Did he care? Another turn of the dial. This time she screamed and could not control the spasm of her body, driven by the pain. She struggled against the restraints on her arms and legs but had no chance to relieve herself of them.
He watched as her tender flesh was sucked up. Moving between her legs again, he lubricated his fingers and pushed against her vagina and pretty bottom. “One last level, Thea.”
Her holes were taut with the bodily stress but he pushed on, deep into her inner softness. Even through the pain in her pumped, dragged breasts and clitoris, she felt him plunder her deeply private places, his fingers probing her rims and circling inside. The massaging movement of his fingers in her bottom and sex was excruciating—blissfully. She felt choked with the massive stimulation of her body which she had never known. She had given him her bottom, to enter, explore, and take what he wished. There was nothing left to give. But everything to desire.
With his fingers buried in her bottom and vagina, she could only imagine the sight of her swollen genitals and breasts attached to the cupped tubes. Surely he must release her soon? He must have the results he needed by now. Unable to speak because of the overwhelming demands on her body, she turned to look at him and pleaded with her eyes to release her. He looked into her eyes and at last he pressed the release valves and the suction seeped away. She cried out with relief and her taut body sank back onto the bed.
“Thank god, thank god,” she moaned. “Let me go. Please, let me go…”
The straps were removed, her legs from the supports and finally she could know that it was over. He threw a blanket over her. She whimpered with relief, hardly aware of him moving about as her body and mind tried to recover.
“Very good, Thea.” His voice was gentle and caring. “Easy now.”
He reached out for oil, lowered the blanket and soothingly massaged her painful breasts as she recovered. After the deep, sucking pain she felt the caring in his hands. Then one hand reached between her legs and soothed her clitoris and lips. It felt heavenly after the assault of the suction. He pressed the bell to summon the nurse.
He looked down at her. “You’ll need time to recover,” he said gently. A nurse arrived and he addressed her. “Dr. Day is to have bed rest for the rest of the day. Please see to her needs.” Turning to Thea, “And, for once, do as you are told without question. That’s an order.”
She did not have the energy to protest and said nothing but held his gaze before he turned to leave. He paused at the door.
“And, Thea, please report to my office tomorrow morning at ten a.m. I am discharging you.”
And with that statement her world crumbled. Those words she could barely comprehend after what she had just been through. He had plundered her mind and body. Now she wanted what he could do to her. She wanted more of his invading touch. She had felt so much she had not expected. Almost an awakening. It was all she could do not to scream after him.
Chapter 14
Trembling, she knocked on the door. Her heart thumped with each knock. Only yesterday she had wanted to escape. Now he would no longer be touching her. Sure, they would still be working there; she would see him at least. But he was her superior, her boss; nothing could come of it. But to have his hands on her body, in her body was what she wanted. To feel that awake again.
The door flung open. “Thea. Come in.”
He was handsome as ever, holding the door wide for her. Now her heart leapt whenever she looked at him: ocean deep eyes, hands elegant and skilled. His skin was rich and cared for. His body—she would never know. Sighing, she walked into his office, catching his faint, earthy musk when she brushed past him.
“Take a seat. You must be glad this day is here.”
She nodded. What more could she say? That he could probe, push, and expose her body all he wished, and she could not be more happy? Granted, that was not what she had wanted at the outset but so much had changed.
“I… I’ll be glad to… get to work… finally.” Liar, she thought. What she wanted was to take
off her clothes and wait for him to touch her. Every day.
“We’ll see. Let’s get this paperwork done. Then we can discuss your progress ongoing.”
What did he mean? See about what?
“I need to do your discharge examination. Then signing off the paperwork will only take a moment.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she flustered. “I thought I was supposed to get dressed…”
“Not to worry. I’ve checked you over rather regularly these last few days so you can just pull up your skirt and drop your panties so I can just check your genitals and bottom.”
Just hearing him say those words made her stomach tighten and wetness begin to ooze between her legs. One more time, then.
“If you make your way over to the examination table. No need to get on it. I’ll do the exam with you leaning over the table. You may need to use the stool so your hips are raised more when you bend over.”
“It will be quick, then?”
“I’ll do it as quickly as possible.” He went to the sink and washed his hands.
No! That’s not what she meant. As long as possible, slow and probing, was what she wanted.
“Let’s get this over with. It’s necessary protocol for discharge, so come on. Up on the stool and bend over the table, chest low and your hips high.”
His cock began to stir in his pants. Even given his job treating patients with sexual problems, he had never been aroused or attracted to them. For which he was thankful. He respected ethics and crossing the line of anything other than professional intimacy with a patient was not up for consideration or temptation. Bad luck that now it had happened. And he had no control over nature. No control over the natural response of his body to seeing and feeling Thea’s naked body when he examined and probed her breasts, her sex and bottom. Private places where he had no right to be except as a medic—but a medic without feelings or arousal. It had to stop. It was not going to be easy.
Thea had stepped up on the small stool and was hitching her skirt up to her waist.
“Do you want a chaperone, Thea, for the exam?” he asked, pulling over the instrument trolley and stretching on examination gloves.
She shook her head. He could sense her apprehension.
“Just a routine exam. No more.” He tried to sound reassuring. No risk of more. If only his body would follow that thought and stop heating up with the anticipation of touching her body intimately for the last time.
“Drop your panties and let’s have a look at your bottom.”
He held her skirt up for her and watched her reach up and push her panties down to her knees and caught his breath at the exposure of the beautiful roundness of her bottom. He was struggling to remain impartial and deny his arousal. It was his job to do this but he could not say he did not also take pleasure in feeling the warm softness of her body, burying his fingers deeply into her luscious secret places and feeling the gentle throbbing in her genitals. He wanted a better view.
“Drop them down to your ankles and remove them, please. Then lean down nice and low and move your legs apart a little. That’s fine.”
She buried her face in her arms and her humiliation was palpable. Her bottom was well presented to him now and the cool air made her skin tighten.
“That’s great, Thea. I’m going to ease your bottom cheeks apart and check over your anus. Just relax.”
Placing his hands in her bottom, he separated her cheeks with his thumbs, exposing her anus. His movement was deftly firm and she caught her breath with the pressure as he cleared the view of her bottom hole, which only a few days ago had been a sacred place and used only as mature intended.
“Have you emptied your bowels today? Any pain or problems?”
“I had an enema.” Her voice was muffled with her head buried in her arms. “No pain or problems, Doctor.”
“Excellent.” He continued to stretch and observe her bottom. “That looks nice and healthy.” He scrutinized her pink, puckered hole. “Push your anal muscles down to me and release. And again. Just flex them in and out for me.” He watched the gentle motion of her hole opening slightly and retracting. “Well done. I’m going to palpate your rim so you may feel the pressure.”
He held her cheeks firmly apart and, with his other hand, fingered all around her anus. He pushed deeply into her flesh, which was already stretched wide by his other hand. She groaned.
“Almost done.” He continued to palpate and observe, all the time thinking he was so close to her bottom he longed to lean forward a little more and lick her perfect little hole. Instead he drew back and released his hold. “Very good. Are you feeling okay?”
She nodded, her head still buried in her arms, unable to speak, her body and mind riding the pleasure pain around her bottom hole.
“Good. Let’s check your genitals. Just tip your hips up a little higher for me.”
He bent down lower to look at her sex tissues, inhaling her scent as he noticed her juices glistening on her labia and dark pubic hair. His erection stirred further in his pants. If he could not suppress his bodily urges, he may have to go and relieve himself.
“Any difficulty with urination?” Keep your mind on the job, he chided himself.
“No, Doctor.”
“I’ll check your flow before you go.”
She groaned. “I’m okay, really I am…”
“I need to see that for myself.”
He began to feel her labia, one side then the other, pinching their thickness between his fingers.
“You are well-lubricated, Thea,” he remarked.
“I’m sorry,” she said, embarrassed.
“No need to apologize. It is impossible not to secrete fluids with such intimate exams.”
His fingers slipped into her vagina. The warm, soft folds of her sex wrapped around his fingers. He moved his fingers in and out, examining her vagina but wanting to caress the whole of her sex, inside and out. Her juices leaked out and slipped over his fingers, seeping out from her engorged lips. The sight of her impaled on his fingers was intoxicating. He pushed another finger in and reveled in the feeling of her soft channel.
Much as he wished to, he should ensure she did not orgasm. Reluctantly, he withdrew his hand and her lips folded in. Reaching for the trolley, he grabbed a speculum. “I’m going to insert a speculum, Thea, so keep still.”
He wanted to fill her with more than a speculum. She moaned and shuddered under his hands.
“Keep still,” he warned again as he set it firmly inside her and opened its jaws. Quickly he inserted a swab and she caught her breath as he scraped it around. Slowly he slid out the speculum and tubed the swab stick. “Almost done.”
He was sure she had probably had enough but he wanted to prolong it for a little longer. Her clit was so near and he could take her to orgasm with just a little massage of her exquisite button and at least watch her as she twitched in her ecstasy. Once more he had to check himself and rein in his thoughts. He lubricated her anus again.
She pushed herself up and arched her back. “I thought you had checked my bottom…” Her voice was shaky.
“I need to take a rectal swab.”
She cried out, fearful.
“Easy, Thea.” He pushed her shoulders down on the table, at the same time deftly pushing a metal speculum deep into her rectum and widening its jaws.
“It hurts,” she moaned as her bottom hole was stretched tautly.
But at the same time not wanting to prolong her pain, however delectable she looked, he reached for another swab and quickly scraped a sample from deep in her rectum and watched her anal muscles close down as he eased out the speculum.
“All done,” he said as he rubbed her bottom. “It had to be done and sometimes it’s just better to press on. Are you okay?”
She nodded.
“Good.” He moved away from her. “Get yourself dressed and come and sit over at the desk again.”
So it was done. He sat down at his desk, making notes, glancing up to watch her
pull on her panties and drop her skirt down. He could tell it had been an ordeal for her, this whole week. She seemed unsteady on her feet as she walked over and sat down opposite him. He asked her again if she was all right but she did not answer. She looked dazed and confused.
“Thea? Did you hear me?”
She looked up at him and squirmed on the hard chair.
He watched her closely, reading her reactions. “Do you need to orgasm, Thea?”
She sighed.
He could not leave her like this. The paperwork would have to wait. He had a job to complete. Going round his desk, he took her hand, helped her to her feet.
“Come on. Back to the exam table.”
Bewildered, she followed his lead.
“Get up and lie down. Just try and relax for a couple of minutes. Let me look at your clitoris,” he said gently. He pulled up her skirt. “Knees up, legs apart.”
He pushed her panties to one side to expose her labia and eased her engorged folds apart, pulled back the hood, releasing her clitoris. It never failed to delight him to see her large clit, pulsating almost imperceptibly. Lucky girl to be so well-endowed. Clearly it needed attention.
“I’ll discharge your clitoris for you, Thea. I can see it may be giving you some discomfort.”
“Will you do it?” she asked hopefully.
He shook his head. “I’ll use an electronic stimulator.”
He had treated enough patients to note her crestfallen expression. He relented. “I’ll apply some lubrication manually, even though you hardly need it.”
Her body arched with his touch. The cool gel, the pressure of his fingers slowly, skillfully smearing her demanding clit.
The feel of her flesh beneath his fingers was sensuous. The slip and the give of her large button as he gently rolled and probed it, glistening with gel, was a sumptuous sight that he drank in and allowed to reach his deepest core. He watched her spasm beneath his touch. He knew he should stop and transfer to the medical stimulator but he could see she was very near her climax. Deeming it medically best for the patient in this instance, he continued with manual stimulation.